Our fire ring has arrived. We’ve had a few over the years. The first one usually sat ignored on a small stone patio, and it always felt kind of squished whenever we used it. Then we got a clay chimney that sat in the backyard. It had a hole in one side where the fire burned, which was very pretty, but unless you got the one seat in front of the hole, you were left out in the cold. Cracks started to form, and it eventually cleaved in two. Good riddance.
We finally ordered a new one last month, the same one our neighbors have, which we have admired when we’ve walked by on brisk evenings. This one is on wheels and has a steel cage so all can enjoy the warmth. Chris and Edwin went up to a neighbor’s house last week and collected a bunch of fallen oak that was up for grabs, and Chris split it all with his newly arrived axe. Tonight, we will give it a whirl. I wonder how long the kids will last before they want to retreat into the house…I foresee a little forced family fun time.
My Corner of the Village 